S Hiroge[APPROVED 0-3+]

» Name: S Hiroge
» Titles: Crow of Betrayal
» Appearance Age: 19
» True Age: 837
» Gender: Male
Affiliation/Rank: Monsuta

» Appearance Picture:

» Personality:

Carefree:

A seemingly free bird in his head, S finds little interest in paying much attention to the little things that affect people. However, the term "the little things" seems to have somewhat of a unique definition to S. He's rather careless about being careless, so to say. Sometimes he cares about one thing, then the next it doesn't. It pretty much just is all based on his mood, though that's normal. He typically just lets things go with the flow, unless it's something detrimental then he's forced to take action or to at least slow it down.

A good way to describe him would be to say that he is cool, calm, and collected. As cheesy as it may sound it does some him up rather well. He doesn't tweek on things like people scuffing his floors or someone tossing out food they didn't eat. Those things don't mean much to him, it's the bigger things that seem to scale him to a downright awful person at times.

His tone is often very monotonous, but flows very well and doesn't cause the recipient of his words to fall into a quick slumber. His words are dull, but usually hold meaning to them when he does speak as it isn't too often. He's not one to have a casual conversation with anyone unless it is severely needed, and he's practically emotionless unless seriously provoked to be otherwise.

Resentful:

Due to previous events within his lifespan he has come to realize that nobody can be trusted. That the world truly is survival of the fittest. Even though he is the leader of a large group of spiritual beings that he could consider to be strangers, he doesn't trust a single one of them with his life. He only trusts that they have the ability to complete the goals necessary to make his possible. If not, then they will be eliminated in the process, so there is no need to waste away with worrying about them. Survival of the fittest will be the one that finds them in the end, if not then they've succeeded.

S is very well known for his ability to hold his grudge as he has done so for very many years toward the entire Shinigami race. He even goes as far as to not even bare to engage eye contact with one or else he'll have to resort to physical altercations. This being said he is willing to do anything in order to obtain revenge on those that have betrayed him or that have lost his hard to earn trust. From his previous efforts toward the Gotei 13 it's best that one doesn't become a subject to such resent.

Patient:

With most things he isn't very patient, something as simple as waiting for an extended amount of time to use the restroom can cause him to get a little uneasy, but that is an easy fix. However, something such as making a several hundred year plan in order to dominate an entire race is something that is more tuned toward his liking. He is willing to make the smallest of steps in order to complete his goals.

Blood-lust:

Due to his undying patience to destroy the Shinigami and the fact that he is backstage for all that his organization does he tends to get rather blood thirsty for battle. The slightest hint of a battle that comes up around him makes S want to immediately engage in combat, this being said he's very sensitive to things like smack talk or idle threats.

Organized:

Derived from that of his patience S has become a very skilled and organized person. He has slowly and carefully been able to create and establish an organization of people in order to complete his own goal, but was able to make it something bigger than that. In doing so he has devised plans and created things that he would have never been able to if it weren't for his past history. Such things have somewhat made him a monster, but a very analytical and intelligent one at that.

Voice Description/Language: S Hiroge's voice is rather deep for the age that he looks to be, however it is thrown off by his weird misuse of vulgar and other slang words. Though there are many that find him to be uneducated when they first hear him speak that is just another way to throw off those that cannot be trusted and he will gladly play along. After all, they're all just pawns in his well thought out game.

» Background:

The Start

Part one: Birth... something that would be considered to be a great occurrence to most. Well, sometimes things didn't always turn out as planned. An accident like most S, his birth name being Soku, was born in little Japan in a time of turmoil. Such times of delicacy caused him to not be a very wanted child at a young age, and would further prove to show that he wasn't wanted at all. However, where there were always bad parents there would also be those that were willing to extend a hand. Being simply left in the dirt streets of a small village the small infant cried for hours on end. People passed by the small child leaving him left alone in the cold desolate weather as night neared. After his puerile screams for help in the form of tears he was finally eased to sleep. The next morning the infant awoke within a small crib where he was bundled and being watched over by a couple that looked extremely worried for the child.

The couple was a brother and sister who had also been orphaned by their parents and lived with several other kids that shared the same problems. The kids shared the same qualities of being neglected and unwanted which caused most of them to rebel out to their communities, yet they were all a very tight knit group. Having taken care of other kids before they decided to keep the infant S around and bare him with the name that they all shared "Hiroge".

"Say, what do you think... should we keep him?" The brown-haired, light skinned girl bat her soft eyes toward her brother in attempts to make him feel some sort of pity for the small infant. She was kind and sweet, while her brother was the one that held the group together and made sure that the overall well-being of everyone was kept to a high standard. He looked away from the infant and looked toward his sister blankly, not sure if should give her his answer just yet. However, for one reason or another she knew that he would open his arms up to the infant and keep him. She simply asked out of respect, as he was the only one she could truly provide such feelings to. Picking himself up off of the crib and slowly rocked his way to his feet and closed his eyes sighing as he began to think about what this could bring to the others. He'd be sacrificing a lot in keeping the child, but at this point he really had no choice. He could already feel the debt baring down on his shoulders as he would take in yet another kid from the streets. Turning away he began to walk off before muttering out his answer in a solemn tone.

"We'll see how it goes..."

Part two: Growing up, it seemed as though time had escaped all of the kids that lived together. Some grew old enough to leave and go out on their own, while the brother and sister had to continue to strive on through the wealth of others. They continued to take in kids that were in need and had come to the decision that it was what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives. They were able to live in the shadows and keep their kin secure. Well, for now.

When S grew to the age of seven he had begun to help out around his home, making sure that he earned his keep. He started to steal from local bread stands and even obtained the ability to pick-pocket others. His personality didn't really meet that of these actions as he was a rather innocent and happy child, however in such hard times he was forced to do so. He had no other choice, not having any other real skills all he was able to do was take from others in a cowardly way. He looked down upon himself, but did the same for others that were able to provide for them, but refused to do so. Royalties turning their nose up at them when they offered to work as their servants. If they were unable to become servants there really wasn't much left but the streets for them. However, soon enough all of there lurking in the shadows would be spotted.

Creeping slowly the boy maintained a crouched position while keeping his back erect to the wall behind him as he eased over to the delicious auroma that lingered from the small, broken down bakery. A bar type ledge protruded from the front and continued on to the edge of the building. This was where the baker would place all of his fresh goods, however it wasn't usual for them to extend out all the way to the edge. A large sigh was heard from inside as S began to extend his arm letting his hand almost come within reach of the bowl of fresh pastries, however the sound startled him. He tensed up as his finger barely grazed the bowl, causing it to rotate on the small edge that kept it stable on flat surfaces. A curious grunt emitted from the being that was inside, most likely the same old fat lard that had chased them off any other time. Frightened, S took hold of the bowl and jetted out toward the street releasing himself from the shadows as he bolted down the street.

"Oi! Come back here with my pastries!" Proclaimed the obese baker as he slung himself out of the door and to the direction of the boy. In attempts to cut him off he dove as the boy tried to leap over the oaf as he made contact with the ground. Letting out a small laugh looking toward the fat man on the ground, the boy had thought he succeeded, but by this time the local butcher had also made his way out the street. As he shifted his gazes back in front of him the bowl shot to the ground as the bread flung itself from the bowl leaving no contents unsoiled. Falling to the ground as he recoiled off of the butcher that was drenched in the blood of his daily preparations the butcher looked down with a scolding grimace upon his face as he picked the child up from his ankle bringing face to his own.

"Well, well, so this is the little shit that has been taking claim of our food." The butcher let out a devilish smirk as he gazed over to his culinary comrade sending the message 'I know what to do with this one'. The baker stood up and dusted himself off and returned the cynical gaze. The two vanished from the streets, making their way to the butcher's shop with the boy still in their hands as he tried to flail his way out, but for some reason or another didn't call for help. For some reason he felt he shouldn't cry out for help, as it was a situation that he had gotten himself into. Being the selfless kid that he was, he soon gave up his efforts for escape as they were futile. The butcher and the baker went on to slicing and dicing him, with no regrets whatsoever, thus ended the life of the young boy...

Part three: Blood... minced meat... anguish. All of these things reeked within the small meat shop as the butcher and the baker giggled on about their "hard earned" winnings. However, such efforts would only awaken much stronger things to erupt from the surface. Such efforts would only come back to them... eventually.

A few days passed by as things were rather blurry to the young soul as he brought himself off the ground. He was in a strange place... but familiar. It was still Earth, but yet he felt different. His head ached with a feeling that he had forgotten something, but didn't dwindle on it for too long. He figured he'd have to go back home and see if there was anything he had missed. However, as he did so only poorly drawn pictures of his own face could be found as wax pencils were spread out on the tables along with dozens of papers filled with heart-filled words. Reading the papers, though at an extremely slow pace he began to hold a grasp of what exactly had happened to him. He had died, yes and this could only mean that they would be at his funeral at such a time. Arriving to the scene to find that there was no coffin, there weren't even any remains for all they knew. They just assumed that he died in their name. Tears began to flow down his face as a man garbed in all black leaned against a tree in the distance. Squinting his eyes to get a more clear view S began to wonder how he was able to see him, but none of his friends could. The shinigami smirked as it was most likely a face that he had seen hundreds of times before. Springing himself off of the tree with his shoulder he began to take steps toward the boy as he unsheathed the sword that was attached to his hip. Placing the butt of the blade on his forehead the Shinigami smirked before saying...

"Welcome home..."

Sinister Shinigami

Part one: It felt as though he had fallen into a slumber once more, it was so weird how fast things were changing in his life. He had felt the feeling of loss memory as he did before, but yet his previous moments were all so vivid. He was completely aware of his death, and wasn't phased by it in the least. He figured it would be better that he didn't have to burden those he considered to be his family anymore, and he'd give it all he got to not do the same in his after life. Though, it was rather rough for him at first. It was as though his life was starting to go on repeat. Nobody being there to take him, show him the ropes. He was alone, as usual stranded in these large streets that they all called "Rukongai", though he didn't know much more than that. He'd have to do with what he had for now and try to make ends meet through the only way he knew... stealing.

Stealing was harder, much harder, in Rukongai. Especially since there were so many others to compete with in these slums. It seemed as though every place was ready for another runt to show up and try to scavenge on their food and they all stood so tight together in order to protect what they had earned. None of them believe in sharing, even in the after life. Who knew that it would be so cruel? Though he hadn't really gave it much thought until he had arrived there, but so far after residing there for a year he had gained a lot of endurance from running away from the vendors as well as other kids and scoundrels that wanted to steal his earnings for themselves. However, he often saw those black figures that had sent him here in the first place. He was curious as to what it was all about, but he had no one to ask...

"Hey kid..." Turning his head to the voice as he pedaled his feet to the ground trying to flee from a few thugs. The silhouette appeared from the dark alley, he wasn't to sure on whether or not he should go toward but then the dark figure gestured him to come. That being better than nothing he quickly dashed of in his direction where the figure grabbed him and slung him to the roof top meeting him up there shortly. "So why you running away from those guys? They're weak. You can totally beat their asses." Dropping down into another alley it seemed as though they had lost their pursuers. Trying to continue on his escape S started to run off again, but was stopped by a hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked back to finally get a good look at the fellow. It seemed as though it was one of those guys dressed in all black that he knew nothing of, but he wasn't exactly sure as to why he would save him. This one was dressed a bit different and looked more ragged than the rest, which must have meant that he had a bit more experience. That or he just didn't care enough to take care of his physical appearance. The guy twisted his arm around as though he was trying to grease his joints up for some sort of battle or something. "So you gonna answer my question?" The guy smirked closing his eyes as he did so, but S didn't understand why he was so pleasant. "Y'know you've got a strange amount of power for someone of your age, it's weird. I bet you didn't even know. You probably can't even feel mine, but it's there. As well as yours. You just have to concentrate." Confused, S had no idea what the guy was talking about.

"What power?" Modestly pointing at himself with a rather confused visage. The Shinigami pointed at him as well, still smirking.

"Yes, you. All Shinigami have it, well... a lot of others have these powers too, but yours is crazy for someone that just got here. I heard about you by the guy that brought you here. He was right, for someone that has just gotten here you are rather odd. So... what say you? Wanna start wearing these sweet digs?" The young Shinigami questioned but he still was uncertain of what was going on. The Shinigami went on to ask him for his name but the kid had no idea what his first name was, he just went by Hiroge as all the others did, which could be rather confusing at times. The Shinigami then went on to say that simplicity was cool, so he called him S. Not having any debates as it was better than nothing S agreed to keep the name as the Shinigami went on to inform him about what exactly he was talking about. After that was all said and done and he understood that he had an actual meaning to himself he was rather excited and couldn't wait to start. He just didn't know if they could be trusted...

Part two: S didn't exactly excel while he was in the Shinigami Academy, because it seemed as though everyone there had some sort of past experience while they lived in Rukongai. However, he certainly wasn't close to being a bad student as he was able to adapt easily to everything they had taught him. The only thing he wasn't too good at was zanjutsu, however he finally began to become subpar to everyone else after he started taking it upon himself to train alone and to build a technique that could contest the others. He was definitely out of place, and didn't really understand and somewhat doubted himself for even agreeing to join. There was always someone that was out there to call him rookie, and it was true. He had no knowledge of anything that went on until it was told to him, he was completely oblivious to all that happened around him and he couldn't grasp why he was chosen to do such a thing.

Not letting his thoughts crowd his sights of accomplishing the school he began to take the test so that he could graduate, but failed three times before going out to seek help. It was odd, the Shinigami that he had met before was in the same exact spot they had met, as though he had known that S would be there.

"What's wrong? Can't pass that stupid test? I'm not going to give you an chea--"

"You've got the wrong idea." The Shinigami chuckled as he was interupted, he could tell that the kid had gotten a bit more ballsy than before.

"Hey, let's not forget who you're talking to, alright? Just goes to show this has helped you o--" The Shinigami was cut off once more.

"I trusted you! I let you put me into that school, and for what? To embarrass me!?" S had felt the Shinigami had broken a barely that S had created for him, however it was S's fault for letting him do so. He should have stayed true to the words his brother had told him. Not letting anyone get too close, not even family. However, all the Shinigami could do was laugh at his puerile judgement of things.

"Man, you've got the wrong idea. I didn't tell you to join so that you could complain about not being able to pass a test. If you don't want to do it... quit." The last word stung S and completely shocked him, he did have the wrong idea of this guy, yet why did he feel so angry about it. He wanted to trust him, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. His life had started in lies and he didn't want this one to be the same. "Y'know I failed the test eight times before I finally passed. That shit is hard... You'll get it." That being said he brought himself off the wall he was plastered to and placed a cigarette in his mouth walking past the kid as he lit it. "Just don't start smoking, it's a bad habit." The man continued to walk away as a cloud of smoke followed. He waved his hand as S stood there emotionless and dry, he thought he had finally came to meet something that he could actually trust, but at the same time he didn't want to let anyone get too close.

Using the words of encouragement, if it could be called that, by the Shinigami he went back to taking the test and finally passed his last try. Ecstatic that he was able to be the Shinigami he went back to look for him, but was no where to be found.

Part three: Immediately after graduating he was approached by the Shinigami that had a smug look upon his face. The Shinigami extended his hand and asked him if he'd like to fight beside him, S felt as though he was the only one that he could trust. With that the little kid grabbed his hand and the two head off where they would go to ask permission from their superiors. The Thirteenth squad, this was to be a his new home, job, and family. Who knew that all three could tie in so easily. However, he mainly spent his time with the Shinigami, the two trained together, completed tasks together, and even lived in the same barrack together.

Soon enough it had already been a century since he had been alive and he even had grown a few inches. His body started to develop but he had been told that these things were the worst for souls due to their slow aging process. Which was true, his voice started to squeak and people started to point fun at him. It bothered him, but at the same time he didn't care because he was currently in the process of learning his Shikai. His Zanpakutō had given him a set of tasks, but they seemed rather odd. The Spirit, that remained unnamed at the time, wanted him to spy on others and find out the true source of evil. S did so, and soon came to realize that no one could be truly trusted, those that saw each other as friends lashed out words of hate as soon as the other turned their back. S learned that this world was cruel, and he couldn't understand it. Even in the afterlife people were still lowly.

"Hehehehe, funny isn't it? The way that people work? They're so useless it drives me NUTS! However, you're different... You don't seem to be like all of those others. It's odd. Which is why I've become so inclined into giving you my power, however, I don't think you're strong enough. Hehehe, not strong enough is an understatement. I don't think you have the guts to continue to listen to the lies of those around you. You're too innocent..." S was shocked that his own Zanpakutō would call him weak, when all he was doing was using the teachings that he had learned from those in the academy. However, he began to think of things in a much deeper aspect. He began to think far past that he was taught. Why would a Shinigami need to rely on solely his Zanpakutō. Was it true that if he didn't have it he would perish? No, he had to prove that his spirit was wrong. And so he did. Springing at the Spirit the two had a battle that lasted well past a day's time. He fought with his own inner emotions and fought through his heart being able to prove to the Spirit that he did possess the strength to wield his Shikai. Nevermore. His Zanpakutō's name was Nevermore a child that seemed to dwell in lies of those around him and within his own experience. However, for some reason or another he was extremely blunt and seemed to not have the power to tell a lie himself...

Part four: After obtaining his Shikai and debuting it in an ops mission the Second Division sought out to obtain the kid as they saw that his abilities would be extremely useful for their future. At first S declined the offer, but soon enough he was convinced by the Shinigami that he didn't need to stick around. He had to carve his own path, encouraged by the words the Shinigami spoke he agreed with him and told him that he wouldn't be a disappointment. He then went off to complete his first mission.

The mission was to head to Hueco Mundo for a Search and Rescue of a particular Shinigami that had been taken from Karakura Town. However, once they got there they were ambushed and immediately lost all communications to Soul Society. They found their subject, it was none other than the man he had always hung around with, yet he was severely injured. As he started to provide aid more hollows appeared as if their spiritual energy was something that intrigued them. The group continued to fight on for several days, a large number of the group began to persuade one another that the ambush was set up, but they just couldn't understand why or figure out what any of them did. Clinching his fists in anger S turned to them and told them that they shouldn't have trusted them, nor should they trust anyone. Trust was something that was created to be broken. If it weren't then the word would never have come to existence. It was then that a strange Hollow appeared, but didn't seem to be very hostile. They weren't certain with how exactly to take what was going on as the creature began to imbue its own reiatsu with theirs stimulating their life being and giving the bodies the ability to heal at an accelerated rate. S was grateful for the Hollow's efforts and asked if he could help them in getting to learn the area. However, the Hollow informed him that he could not, as he was in the same shoes as they were. As in Hueco Mundo everything was survival of the fittest.

"Survival of the fittest, huh?..."

Part five: The group continued to fight on for months on end, it seemed as though they would never get to put their swords to rest. However, when the chance finally did come they all sat and took a nice minute to relax. Suddenly out of the blue one of the females in the team questioned why Shinigami weren't able to consume Hollows and use their abilities for their own. Intrigued by the thought S began to think of ways that this could become true reality. Finally, he saw the light. He was finally able to see how it could be done, as he began to play back the way Bikuta's abilities worked he began to realize all that he would have to do is combine the two reiatsu in order to make one being. However, it wouldn't be that simple...

They continued to research the possibilities and finally after much time spent on diligent trial and error they managed to find the results they were looking for. They began to speak to on another about how they could use these abilities to get revenge on the Soul Society for their acts of treachery, S shouted letting them know that it wouldn't be obtained through just walking up and showing them their new abilities. They'd have to hone this abilities as they were extremely fragile to them at the time. They'd need time, and resources. They agreed.

Part six: Thus the Kurikku was created. They would live by the ideal of Survival of the Fittest and make sure that their enemy, the Shinigami were erased from existence. They didn't believe in ranks, nor did they exactly have leading positions, but for some reason or another they all looked up to S. Even though he had the body of a young child, he seemed to be the only one that they all mutually trusted. Thus he became their leader.

Living in Secrecy

The group began to live a life of secrecy. They began to recruit from the shadows and started to find alliances with the Hollows that resided in the area where they decided to build their base. They experimented and created methods that would help them become one with their inner hollows. They learned that through showing an amount of worth to the beings that lived inside of them, much like Zanpakutos, the hollows would lend them their power and agree to work together with them. However, in exchange they were to be able to live within their bodies and feed their hunger for battle.

As time progressed they slowly began to grow in numbers and soon found themselves making moves toward their one goal: Shinigami eradication. Though they decided they would keep moving forward with their inner hollows.

After some time S learned his Bankai and then eventually came to a connection with his inner hollow that was a lot different than any of the others. He had come to figure out that there was much more to just the mask that was able to appear on his face. He was able to completely use the hollow's abilities and reach an ultimate state that was able to work in tandem with that of his Zanpakutō. They soon began to call it by the name that Arrancar did their own: Resureccion.

Present Day

Present day S stays hidden within the confines of his own dormitory within the large vessel known as the headquarters to the Kurikku. Working with most of the behind-the-scenes work for the organization while Bikuta runs the thing as a whole, practically. To this day he still pursues his goals that he set so many years ago and continues to train and recruit members to help him in this cause.

General Skills

• Durability: Advanced
  
• General Speed: Advanced
  
• Strength: Advanced
  
• Weapon Skill: Master
  

Vizard Skills

• Hoho: Advanced
  
• Cero/Bala/Kidō: Advanced
  
• Zanjutsu: Master
  
• Hakuda: Advanced
  

Hollow Skills

• Acid Skill: Advanced
  
• Garganta : Master
  
• Cero/Bala: Advanced
  
• Regeneration: Advanced
  

Shinigami Skills

• Hoho: Advanced
  
• Kidō: Advanced
  
• Zanjutsu: Master
  
• Hakuda: Advanced
  

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Advanced
  
• Mental Deduction: Advanced
  
• Pain Endurance: Advanced
  
• Focus: Master
  

» Zanpakutō Name: Nevermore

» Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance:

» Zanpakutō Spirit Personality:

Nevermore is a complete and utter lunatic. His words, thoughts, and actions are always unpredictable and he never has his mind set on one certain thing. Being rather puerile he likes to play games, and does so with the Crow that flies close by to him. His games, however are rather sinister and not exactly one made for your every day kid, unless you're the Grudge.

Making a large array of various sound affects as he does any and everything Crow is a difficult character grasp a hold of and is considered to be a spaz with this irregular bodily movements. There is one real reason for these involuntary types of actions, they are simply one of a long list of the side-effects to being a crazed lunatic. Some other things that are involved are elongated time thinking and speaking to himself, sporadic and maniacal laughter, and slight twitching while trying to stand still or being calm.

» Inner World:Large image, clickeh.
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Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance:

» Release Phrase: "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor... shall be lifted---Nevermore!"

» Shikai Abilities:

Crow's Call -

A loud call from a single crow resounds from the skies above, grabbing the attention of the target or targets. As they return their gaze back to S it all seems as though everything is corrected. However, it is quite the opposite.

S's shikai is one that defies the senses of the target. His ability is one that is activated only once a target has removed their gaze from his being. Hence, the reason his Zanpakutō calls out from the sky above in order to distract them away from him, however it does not always work at first. So his release may seem to be something of a confusion at first. However, if at first they do not look away from him at the sound of the crow's call the target typically falls into a state of confusion. Not knowing if S was just pulling their leg about going into his release state or not. Him not being a man of many words also just adds to this, at first, state of confusion.

His ability makes the target's senses betray the mind of the user. What the target hears from the left may be something that has come from the right. What one sees from the right may be something that is actually to the left. Something someone feels on their left side could very well be on their right side. However, this ability does not exactly mean that everything is the opposite. Though it is the opposite at first, the mind begins to adjust to the senses being the opposite. As this happens the process seems to reset itself once again, betraying the mind of the user once more. Although, this ability can be controlled and sentralized around a signal sense through the sense being spoken by S. However, with the ability betraying all senses at first the user will hear a word that is completely and entirely different and unrelated. Which could very well lead to more confusion, unless they were able to gain sight of the actual word that was being spoken from his mouth.

Though this ability seems to be something to that of Aizen's, the two are far from one another. Aizen's ability was able to recreate what was sensed by his targets, while Crow's Call simply causes the senses to be always incorrect. Things such as distance and direction are manipulated by that of the senses without any commands from that of S as his Zanpakutō simply toys with their head.

This ability can be broken by that of a high willpower, but it will not be something that is instant. Once one has become a part of the betrayal it can send them into a rather enigmatic mind game as they try to come to terms with what exactly is happening. Another way to prevent the ability from having any effect at all is to simply keep him from reaching his Shikai state or to make sure he never leaves your sight. Although, one would only know to not do such a thing unless they were tipped about his abilities. Which he doesn't display very often, if at all as his shear power and mask typically suffice for the battles he has endeavored thus far.

This ability is the only outcome of S's shikai, through releasing into his shikai state S does not gain any further boosts or buffs to his other natural abilities.

» Bankai Appearance:
Physical Appearance -

Nevermore after Release -

Nevermore in Full Release -

» Bankai Abilities:

Scarecrow -

The scarecrow, a human figure that is used as a decoy to scare away predators, typically crows, that could harm the crop it sits in. Though the scarecrow is used to make crows flee in most cases, there is always an exception. The scarecrow is nothing but a lie, however the crow sees through the lie as it observes that the scarecrow is never tended to by any other beings. The scarecrow becomes somewhat transparent, but serves as a central point for the crow to manipulate. Such a thing is taken advantage of by that of the crow, as it sulks in the delicious crops that surround the lonesome scarecrow unharmed knowing that the establishment is nothing but a lie. The crow uses such knowledge knowing that it will become unharmed if it were to still feed from the crops, just as long as it lingers close to the lie. Therefore, the crow continues to feed and grow stronger than that of the other crows that were unable to grasp the concept.

In such a situation, the crow has used the lies that have been established to the land in order to twist them back around onto those that cast them. Being that the owner to the scarecrow knew no crows would harm his crop if it placed it there, it seamlessly stopped worrying about whether or not the crops were being picked on. It is expected by the person that cast the foolish lie to continue to think that their lie was able to sway the predators, however it was not.

Such an event could be used as a metaphor to that of Hiroge's Bankai. As he feeds off of lies that are cast toward him and uses them to gain in his strength. These lies are considered to be a feeding fuel for him. Nevermore grants Hiroge the ability to tell what is fact from what is fiction and in exchange for providing such information to Nevermore he grants Hiroge an extension of power. Such power scales as he is able to depict was is real and what isn't. However, meaningless lies that are found to be unattractive to Nevermore result in a drop in Hiroge's power. S uses that of his own lies to even increase his own ability as Nevermore is intrigued by what his comrade is able to produce and what sort of reactions he is able to obtain through his lies.

Through finding established lies within his battles and through creating his own, Hiroge is able to set a tone while on the battlefield. Most people not knowing the leading factor to his abilities he is able to simply state that he is stronger than the universe and make his opponent feel as though it is true as Nevermore grants him a substantial amount of his power for a duration of two posts. However, after the two posts the power simply fades down to a lower level rather than dwindling away completely as if he was not in a Bankai state in the first place. After the power boost fades he still holds a boost in all base states, just no where close to the power of the previous.

» Inner Hollow Description:

» Inner Hollow Personality: Six, or so he likes to go by, is a rather odd character in many sorts. Perching himself upon high places at all times he likes to keep a good view of the entire area around him. Not for analytical reasons, but just so that he can make sure there is nobody trying to strike him from behind. This being said his entire inner hollow world is made up of thousands of rectangular pillars that jet up in a staggered pattern to the tallest one at which he resides. On top of this pillar Six grants himself the home team advantage.

When it comes to his terms with S, Six doesn't really like the way he goes on about accomplishing his goals as S has taken too long to do so in his eyes. Six believes in taking things by the horns and going at things head on instead of planning things out and doing them rationally. Though, Six is someone that can accomplish such feats, unlike S who needs time to analyze his opponent and take in the surrounding area. Six's great speed and strength grant him the power to do so. However, Six feels as though S holds him back when it comes to combat as he doesn't fully use all of his abilities like Six normally would. S seems to be able to manipulate them differently and somewhat abuses them as Six prefers them not to be.

In many ways Six is very different from Nevermore. This being said Six really cannot stand to be along side the Zanpakutō spirit as Six's own arrogance gets in the way of him treating Nevermore with any sort of respect. Six being a man of riddles and a highly intelligent being, despite his exterior dimwitted looks, he likes to challenge the mind of his foes and see how well they can work with defeating him mentally through obstacles of sorts. Being sentenced to a life alone, practically, Six tends to have regular mental breakdowns fighting with himself and can sometimes leak into battle as he tries to fight off his own self as well as S's needs.

However, when times are serious Six and S work perfectly in tandem, the two together use a collaboration of their skills and specialties in order to claim victory. Yet, S refuses to use some of the dirty tricks that Six likes to pull, such as cheap shots to an enemy. Six just sees somethings such as long debates while standing still as futile efforts to regain strength, which is something that Six's endurance allows for him to triumph over.

» Inner Hollow Powers:

Bala (虚弾 (バラ), Bara; Spanish for "Bullet," Japanese for "Hollow Bullet") a technique of firing his hardened spiritual pressure against his enemies. Less powerful than a Cero, but it can be successively fired at 20 times the rate.

Cero (虚閃 (セロ), Sero; Spanish for "Zero," Japanese for "Hollow Flash," "Doom Blast" in the Viz translation) a powerful spiritual light fired by Menos Grandes and Arrancar, the hue of her Cero is a metallic gray.

Descorrer (解空(デスコレール), Desukorēru; Japanese for "Loosed Void", Spanish for "Drawing Back/Opening"): A technique used by Espada-level Arrancar and sometimes others, to open a Garganta between the living world and Hueco Mundo.

Garganta (黒腔 (ガルガンタ), Garuganta; Spanish for "Throat", Japanese for "Black Cavity") is how Arrancar and Hollows are able to move in and out from Hueco Mundo. It is a spiritual pathway connecting the Arrancar's world, Hueco Mundo, to other worlds. Besides the World of the Living and the Soul Society, it can also open the gates of the Dangai and K-World. A turbulence of Reishi blows within Garganta. To move through it, travellers must create footholds using the Reishi.

Hierro (鋼皮 (イエロ), Iero; Spanish for "Iron," Japanese for "Steel Skin") An Arrancar's outer skin with high spiritual hardness that serves as armor.

Pesquisa (探査回路 (ペスキサ), Pesukisa; Spanish for "Inquiry," Japanese for "Probe Circuit") An Arrancar ability to measure and locate spiritual pressure.

Sonído (響転 (ソニード), Sonīdo; Spanish for "Sound," Japanese for "Sound Ceremony") The Arrancar equivalent to a Shinigami's Shunpo.

» Hollow Mask Appearance:

» Vizard Powers:

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Six grants his strength, speed, and endurance to so long as he is able to stay above his opponents. If he is able to accomplish this feat then not only will he have the advantage in the battle in terms of land, but he will also be able to work perfectly in sync with Six as the high grounds are Six's forte.

Six grant's the ability to recreate his inner world to wherever it is that the battle is taking place. In doing this rectangular pillars rise up from the ground and provide an obstacle for opponents as well as a more difficult time for them to keep up with S as with Six's nimble moves he is able to gracefully and hastefully move upon the structures with ease. Each one crumbling beneath his feet as he moves away from it, causing another to come up in a different spot to replace it. The numbers of these pillars is decided upon by the layout of the surrounding area. Within a city the pillars aren't as need, where as in an open field up to a thousand may appear. However, it would be too simple if all of the pillars were to be as sturdy as the next. Therefore, some pillars are hollow and some are solid, while others are slightly slanted which can cause a loss in footing.

Though the little game of staying higher than his opponent does seem to be a cowardly move, it can also be very strategical. Giving him the upper hand when it comes to aerial attacks and diminishing the chances of any lucky hits being landed on him from behind. Not only this but such efforts seem to wear down an opponent rather quick having to use their flash stepping abilities in order to keep up with his antics.

This ability lasts the duration of his mask being donned as well as the major boosts in speed, agility, endurance, and strength that Six provides as well.

» Resurrección Appearance:

» Resurrección Abilities:

(Will revise this on a later date, just a general idea.)

Major stat boosts in all areas, but more significant in speed.

After taking upon the appearance and power of his inner hollow and entering Resurrección S has several orbs that orbit around him as well as a staff in his hands. The staff is just a reconstructed replica to that of Nevermore and has the ability to shift back into it's prior appearance upon command. While using his sword he is incapable of using the ability that the orbs hold, but he is able to use them as weapons instead. He is able to control each of the orbs while still performing with his sword, creating attacks that are difficult to block. As he swings down with Nevermore and is blocked by the opponent the orbs instantly make attacks of their own, having the ability to use cero from each. However, in order for any of the orbs to function he must feed them his own spiritual energy. Therefore, through using the orbs for battle he is taking a hard hit to his endurance.

These orbs hold within them a power that can foresee instances through the choices that dwell within his mind. Through gazing upon each and every orb as they rotate in front of him he is able to make strategic choices, being that these orbs are powered through his own reishi he takes extremely hard hits in doing so. This power being the reason that he does not go out to complete operations on his own, because after using the ability he must rest for a long duration of time. Having this ability has been the main reason that the Kurikku have been able to stay hidden for so long, as he has been able to make choices through viewing the orbs that kept his family safe. Though the future is not exact from these orbs as it cannot create the future it just hands possibilities to the outcomes of his actions.